Dreams make us who we are. They are what people strive for. They are what keep us alive. Dreams make us cry and laugh. Sometimes they make us live or die. Dreams are seas of possibilities that beckon us to ride the waves like a surfer off a beach in California. Dreams can shatter or be created anew like a tulip just beginning to bloom. Dreams rock us like a ship in a stormy bay. Dreams soothe us like an insomniac being able to sleep for the first time in years. Dreams are like clothes lines full of colorful clothing stirred by the gentlest breeze. Dreams are like the sky and stars, easy to see but hard to reach. Dreams are like inner turmoil, it must exist. They gallop freely like wild horses.
October 15, 2008